If They Die, We'll Get Another Batch

Chen Xinjie's throat bobbed, and he swallowed. His forehead was beaded with sweat, and the smile on his face had vanished completely, replaced by deep exhaustion and helplessness. He looked at Yue Zhengen, at this stubborn old friend, at this comrade who would rather die than yield, and let out a deep sigh.

He had warned him. He had told Yue Zhengen to soften his stance, to bow his head, to understand the times like he did. But Yue Zhengen would not listen.

If Shrek Academy really worked, why hadn't he taken the Sea God Legion and the Central Legion over to Shrek?

Did he really think the two God-Slaying Soul Guidance Cannonballs sitting in Mingdu were just for show?

What a joke!

What the current Grand President hated most was other people threatening him.

Chen Xinjie shook his head, took a step back, and lowered his head.

"No objections. The Grand President is wise."

Yue Zhengen's eyes widened. He looked at Chen Xinjie, at this old friend of many years, at this comrade who had once fought shoulder to shoulder with him, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Chen Xinjie! You..."

Before he could finish, Xuan Sha's claws had already descended.

There was no blood, no brain matter, no scream.

Malevolent Qi surged into Yue Zhengen's body like a tide, shredding his internal organs, snapping his meridians and bones, tearing his martial soul to pieces.

Yue Zhengen's eyes bulged round, his mouth opened, and a hoarse rasp came from his throat. Then his entire body collapsed to the floor like a puddle of mud.

Dead.

The patriarch of the Holy Angel Family, the general of the Southern Legion, a member of the Federal Parliament presidium, had died just like that. He died in the Federal Council Hall, in front of